You rise to your feet, your voice shaking but firm.
“I rebuke you, Annie Palmer. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, I break your hold!”
The house responds with a deep groan like something ancient and angry being stirred.
The candle flames shoot high.
The wind stops.
Then her form appears fully, clearly for the first time.
Annie stands at the top of the stairs, dressed in white, eyes black, arms outstretched.
“YUH CANNOT ERASE MI!”
But your prayer doesn’t stop.
The light surrounds you. Her image flickers. Fades. She lunges..
And vanishes before she touches you.
You collapse, panting. When you open your eyes, the house is… still.
A locket rests on the ground. Your hand no longer shakes.
You stood in faith… and broke the hold.
But not everyone who enters this house remembers to call His name.
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But not everyone who enters this house remembers to call His name.
Start Over or share your victory using #WhiteWitchCurse.